Statues in bars

We all know them ; 

people who go to the same bar, every single night.
They sit on their bar stools, looking either utterly bored or drunk and not even slightly amused by
the dragging conversation they've been having for the past hours.

What's driving them there? Is it so exciting to see the same people over and over again in the same place?
What happened to the whole "meeting new people"-concept?  Is it such a big risk to take the plunge to go to a place where you've never ever been before? No wonder people have become so dull, they hold on to routines as if they were social zombies. You can recognize them you know, the social zombies ; they have this blank expression while sipping their usual drinks, they practically don't move from where they sit expect for mother nature's call and they desperately try to get the bartender's attention when glasses are empty like their heads. Motionless figures as it were.  So if you go into a bar, and you spot them try to act naturally and avoid any eye-contact.

On top of my to-do list.

                                   I would do all four of them. Hotness ².

And after that, 

I seriously consider contacting these guys for a hot, sweaty get-together.

If you should be in one of these pictures :
PLEASE MAIL ME, I LOVE YOU!

. note : “Irony is an insult conveyed in the form of a compliment” (E.Whipple)

Compulsion that requires periodic or continuous administration of a drug to produce pleasure or avoid discomfort.

Lately I've been thinking about so-called addictions.

You know, like, when are you an actual addict ? Is it like an epiphany you suddenly get one day thinking

"Fuck, I'm a total addict" ? Or is it more like a graduate feeling that slowly creeps into your head (which basically means you end up thinking the same "Fuck , I'm a total addict"...

I decided to ask a friend of mine his thoughts on the subject,  since he's addicted to more types of drugs than Nicole Ritchie, Kate Moss and Robert Downey Jr. altogether. He came up with this brilliant answer which I will cherish forever and tell to my children and grandchildren. Maybe. I don't like kids, probably will never have 'em. And if I have 'em it'll probably be wise not to mention drug quotes.

Anyway, irrelevant.

In short, he said the following :

" Addictions huh, well, I once ran naked out of my house because I thought there was a giant bear in my bedroom. It turned out to be a rocking chair with a bedspread over it. I should quit doing LSD, but you'll never get much more of a 3D experience than from LSD. Fuck."

Thus an addict.
Never asked why he was naked at the time he ran out of the house though, you should always respect a man's privacy.

Old people.

I never really had the urge to kill people, but today I had to restrain myself.
What's wrong with being genuinely nice?

What happened :

an old lady passed by on the streets and dropped her old-lady-bag (you know, some Louis Vuitton patterned hairy bag) and I, being my polite self, reached for it to give it back.
Because that's what nice people do, right.

Not according to that lady, oh no, she was furious (she actually scared me which is pretty awkward since she was like 70 years old or something). 

"Don't touch my bag , I'm perfectly able to pick it up myself!" 

I just replied I had always learned to help older people, and was about to start a monologue of excuses although I had done nothing to piss her off  when she hit (!) me, picked up her bag , and waggled on to wherever she was going ( maybe a bingo event who knows).

WHAT THE FUCK?

Do I look like a criminal? Did she think I was gonna steal her bag or something?

Or was she just a cranky old woman.

Anyway, there will be no chance I'll be picking up older people's bags any more.

Childhood memories

Het bewijs wanneer je je verveelt ;

als je opnieuw nadenkt over al de rages die je slaafs gevolgd hebt toen je jong was.

Waar is de tijd van flippo's bijvoorbeeld?

Almachtige wikipedia beschrijft een flippo als "een schijfje dat gratis bij de chips van Smiths zat".

Hell no, that's the understatement of the century!

Flippo's hebben was playgroundpower I tell you!

Moest Marx nog geleefd hebben had hij deze zogenaamde schijfjes hoogstwaarschijnlijk naar de verdoemenis gewenst.

Iedereen herinnert zich toch nog de tijd dat flippo's over de speelplaats heersten ,

wie er geen had zat samen met ander kneusjes in een hoekje van de speelplaats zielig te wezen.

Wie er wel had kon zich om de twee uur verkneukelen over een nieuw spelletje.

Het geluid van het stapeltje plastieken goud dat omviel klonk als muziek in onze oren, en menigmaal werd er gegrijnsd als iemand een hele stapel flippo's won.

Wee diegene die geen skills had en steeds verloor...

Deze makkelijke slachtoffers werden het pispaaltje van de klas, en ook steeds het eerste uitgedaagd ( met de gedachte in het achterhoofd dat het oneervol was een partijtje flippo-en te weigeren).

Ik stel mij hierbij de vraag ; waarom zaten deze schijfjes bij Smiths, en niet bij granny appels of iets dergelijks?

Zien we hier een (in)directe link naar obesitas?

Moeten we ons hier een beeld vormen van moddervette kinderen die chips kochten omwille van flippo's? Het is niet dat je enorme inspanningen moest leveren om met flippo's te spelen... het enige lichaamsdeel dat oefening kreeg waren je polsen, let's be honest.

Het is nu al obesitas dit, obesitas dat wat de klok slaat ; valt het begin van het obesitas-tijdperk te situeren ten tijde van de flippo-rage?

Aldus, Lays (want zo heten ze sinds enkele jaren), misschien volgend jaar een paar loopschoenen aanbieden bij jullie zakjes?